Tycho hummed in sympathy as Ford complained. He could remember well the feeling that could overtake you when one was around Miss Chevalier. Usually through no fault of her own either. They had been in different houses but shared the same year and thus, some classes. He remembered her as being rather soft-spoken and kind.

"Even if she thought so, if she is still like I remember, Miss Chevalier would not outright say so to anybody," he assured. "Boys always did fall over themselves for her." Not that the poor woman had ever seemed to enjoy the fact, of course.